Sometimes I wish I knew what I was doing before I did it. I wish I knew the price I would pay for being one sided...
- I wish I had the courage to call you and ask to start over
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late night cries
PoetryThe thoughts that have managed to spurge themselves on paper. Internal cries that never really feel are heard when said verbally.
Sometimes
Sometimes I wish I knew what I was doing before I did it. I wish I knew the price I would pay for being one sided...
- I wish I had the courage to call you and ask to start over